Medusa stone hidden In trees hollowed crown
Turning tail like a crooked sixpence
a face like a fallen ashen tree.
Jekyll are jokers Weathering the smoke
filled darkened room Those Fawning arms draped
Around a old tomorrow of false blinking eyes.
The oldest dog alive is aware of those printed tricks
In comic strips.
Floating armadas lost stations panoramic scenes
a contribution a bubble in a shoe Made it through another night
drinking from ned Kelly’s tartan flasks.
A devil may care attitude couldnt mask
that smile at the copper coated doors.